Chapter 1087 (1/2)
Loren was unaware of the passing by of an elf Prince - of course, even if he knew, he would basically choose to pretend not to know.
Nothing else, mainly because the death of the eagle king taught him too ”profound”.
The special ”straightforward” values of the Azores made the commander who captured them a particularly thankless thing.
You can't rely on them for any benefit, or even threaten or provoke each other; Because in their view, it is not the enemy who is wrong to be captured by the enemy, but to ”capture” themselves.
Therefore, once an Azores elf is caught, there are only two options - kill it directly, or drain the intelligence and then kill it.
And in a sense, Loren didn't expect the elf prince to have an accident - the reason is very simple. Sometimes an enemy with normal brain and who has been found out by himself is even better than a pig teammate with abnormal brain.
At the same time, the eagle king is dead, and the two heirs who are qualified to inherit the throne control the two Azores armies in the direction of eboden and lottel respectively; If rodriya Azor is killed, it is equivalent to giving the elves army, which is still divided into two, a sole commander, which is very unfavorable to the Empire.
Once the little prince is killed, the subsequent Elves will immediately attack the imperial capital even for revenge; Then no matter what the result is, Loren, who is still outside the city, has nothing to do with the emperor's offensive and defensive war.
Because of this, from a very strange point of view, the elf prince who did not hesitate to run now not only saved himself, but also helped Loren a great deal.
Under the golden red light of fire, the black haired wizard with the ”dawn” sword on the ground stood in the middle of the captured manor.
Behind him are the Baien knights and demon hunters who hold high the Golden Lion Flag on a black background and stand with guns;
On the other side, there are the confused and gray faced Azores elves warriors.
The dead silence lasted for a quarter of an hour amid the crackling sound of the burning house; Facing the bain knights and demon hunters who launched a raid a quarter of an hour ago and almost slaughtered them on one side, the remaining elf Knights fought one by one, and their hands holding the knife seemed to be stiff and sore because they held it too long.
”You, you and other maniacs!”
Finally, in a panic, an elf warrior like a leader took the initiative to stand up and trembled, but he still looked at the black haired Wizard:
”Don't, don't think you have won in this dishonorable way, even if you have won - the army of his highness rodria Azor has occupied all the surrounding land, and hundreds of thousands of troops have surrounded your capital.”
”Reinforcements will come in half a day. At that time, you will all die under the samurai sword and pay for your despicability!”
”Your emperor has been surrounded by the great eagle king in duanjie mountain. The line of defense you have tried hard to organize has been completely crushed by us. Your capital is in danger. As long as hundreds of thousands of warriors blow their breath, it will overturn!”
”Also, and! Don't think we won't know the true identity of your fanatics without talking - Knights of Byrne, your royal highness rodria can defeat you once in eboden, and you can defeat you for the second and third time... Until you are completely annihilated and your country is dead!”
”Hey! Answer me, look into my eyes, madman! Don't think you can just avoid the sight of the warrior...”
Ignoring a disabled and defeated general who shouted to embolden himself, the black haired wizard turned his eyes to the direction on his right hand. A group of people who were also frightened and shaking like a sieve were shrinking their necks and staring at themselves.
The local people who did not come and escape but escaped the first massacre and were locked up like animals by the elves.
On a rough survey, there are basically half of the children and young people in rags - not many women and children, old and weak, and few young or rich people in the real sense.
”I have already asked. They are basically local orphans and servants and tenant farmers of rich families.”
Little priest Weber came slowly, with a trace of anger in his expression: ”these are all the people who survived in this town, and the rest were...”
He didn't finish, but everyone present knew what he meant.
In other words, the useless ”women, children, old and weak” and the ”young” who dare to resist have been killed in the first round of massacre; All those who stay are afraid to resist and are of some use.
Obviously, the elf Prince realized that they could not control these villages and territories alone; Even if you want to establish your own rule here, you must leave a minimum of imperial slaves.
The dark haired wizard whispered in his heart.
”Everybody, believers of the Holy Cross!” Weber shouted with open arms to the ragged people:
”My name is Weber, the bishop of the Holy Cross Church of the Principality of Byrne. Standing next to me is the Duke of Byrne - we are the army of the Empire, we are here to defeat the Azores, and we are here to help you!”
”Your Highness Brandon de sallion, as well as the armies all over the Empire, tens of thousands of warriors are gathering and moving towards the imperial capital - they are all comrades in arms who come to help and fight side by side with you!”
”Failure and pain are only temporary. You are not alone!”
”Therefore, believers of the Holy Cross, please stand up and fight side by side with the Duke from Byrne and his Knights - we will give you weapons, supplies and everything you need to help you regain your own homes and things!”
”Stand up, Brave Believers, let us fight side by side under the same flag!”
The excited little priest Weber raised his hands, and his violently undulating chest seemed to be cheering.
But... In the dead manor space, he could only hear his own cheering voice.
The ”survivors” huddled in a pile shivered, looking at the blood stained Byrne knights with long guns and the razor sharp Azores knights with eyes full of doubt and fear.
The flames danced in the cold wind of early spring, and there was only indifference on the faces of the survivors.
Holding down the little priest Weber with a lost expression, the bland black haired wizard walked to the survivors who were full of vigilance.
”I said...”
”Madman, how dare you turn your back on a noble Azor Elf Warrior?” the hysterical cry exploded behind the black haired Wizard:
”Turn around and face me - in the name of a warrior, I ask to duel with you one-on-one! If you still think you are not a coward who only knows tricks, accept my challenge!”
A trace of boredom flashed across the dark haired wizard's face.
”I said, have any of you ever served in the military or received training?” ignoring the clamor behind you, Loren whispered to the survivors: ”I heard that the saxorians have to serve in the military and receive armed training for at least three months a year.”
”You don't have to be an officer or knight, just trained - Spear, epee, saber, shield, axe... Anything!”
”Clang!”
The black haired wizard threw the Azor long knife he picked up at the feet of the survivors and pointed his thumb behind him: ”fifty gold coins, kill the fly for me.”
The survivors were silent.